Music & Lyrics

Belong to the World

This is my first time doing something like this so be patient, kind, and supportive.

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It's about the five hundredth time I come to this place in the past three years. She is still here and I hate it and love all at the same time.

I hate how every one here can look at her, desire her, how she allows it. I hate her asshole boss and the way he treats her, I hate how she doesn't want to leave. Yet, I love so much about her. Her eyes, the way they look at me and only me when I'm around, how her beauty has no bounds, how her smile brightens her face, even how her hips move effortlessly to every beat.

With my two fingers of whiskey in my hand, I am mesmerized by her moves. She is the sole reason why I keep coming to this forsaken place. I want now more than ever and three years later and I still can't have her. I know she shares the same feelings toward me she just doesn't want to let go.

She walks off the stage and minutes later she is walking toward me. I didn't even bother changing out of my work attire. My tie is now loosened around my neck, collar unbuttoned and my sleeves below my elbows.

"Hi." She says shyly, dragging her blonde hair behind her ear.

"Hi. How you've been?"

"Great, I guess. What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No."

"I came to see you."

Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath. "I already told you, I can't leave. Don't ask me this again."

I down my drink in one gulp to simmer my anger down. "When will you realize you are better than this place. I can help you, I want to help you."

"When will you realize I don't need your help. I don't want it!" She is flushed and frustrated with me yet she has no idea how frustrating she is.

She knows all of me and I know all of her yet she doesn't trust me enough to help her leave. When I first met her it wasn't here.

Her blonde hair was even dyed blue on the ends, making her eyes pop. She was wearing a white t-shirt knotted at the back, showing a smidge of her flat tummy, dark jeans and black converse.

She sat two tables in front of me and she was alone. Something dragged me toward her, like gravity. I didn't even notice my feet were moving until I was in front of her.

She smiled. A smile that made all the smiles I'd seen in the past mere glimpses that would prepare me to this spell-binding, blinding smile.

She let me sit with her and enjoy a coffee together I kept coming back to that Starbucks every week, then every day with the hopes of seeing her again. It was three months later that I finally hit jackpot. Her hair was different. It was cut to her shoulders, straight and blonde. It was still her. Again, we enjoyed each others company until she had to leave.

Finally I saw her for a third time. This time I wasn't so happy. With my co-workers, after our work, christmas party, we decided to go to this men's club. It's not a strip club, but not really a place you'd like to find the girl who had infiltrated and invaded your every thought since the day you meet her at.

Paradise, It's called. And it sure is for some just not me. She dances in clothes that leave little to the imaginations. Somehow it made me feel better that there are no poles or nakedness around but the fact that all these men undress her with their eyes, bothered and still bothers me to no ends. Kind of reminded me of a dirtier version of Hooters or Coyote ugly.